Hearts and Thoughts Chapter 2 Small Town, a twilight fanfic

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First FF, no beta yet, so forgive me... and hopefully enjoy.

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Hearts and Thoughts

Chapter 2

Small Town

BPOV

I have lived in the small town of Forks, Washington for my entire life. It's a place that my dad Charlie, the Chief of Police, has been able to make a decent living that had afforded my mom, Renee, a comfortable life as a stay at home mom until her passing three years ago.

We have a nice upper middle class house toward the center of town and we want for little as far as money goes. Small town living is cheep and the Chief is paid pretty well.

Small towns have other perks too, low crime rates, the feel of community amongst neighbors, and the fact that little changes, so you always know what to expect.

Small towns are boring as shit.

Until today.

While waiting for Mr. Banner, the science teacher, to arrive I sat at my lab desk, staring at the January drizzle steaming down the window, obscuring the outside into a blurry grey and green masterpiece. I love the rain.

Forks high school not so much.

It's two weeks into second semester and I'm in full senior slide mode. I've already been accepted into Brown in the fall and now I'm just enjoying the fruits of my labor. I think I deserve a few months to slack off, especially after 12 years of working my ass off to get into a great college and to get out of this little town.

Five minutes after the morning bell rang, Mr. Banner scurried into the room, looking a bit flustered, which is nothing new. Holding his morning coffee in one had and his briefcase, grading book, attendance sheet and lesson plans in the other and from the looks of it, wearing some of his morning coffee as well. Tossing the papers and books to his desk and dropping his briefcase to the ground he went to task wiping at the coffee stain on his cream button down dress shirt, sears issued.

"Is this AP Bio?"

"Yes, yes. Come in, come in. You're a bit late. You must be our new transfer, Mr. Cullen correct?" Mr. Banner said, still half distracted by his coffee stain and a total pot calling the kettle black.

I glanced briefly away from my Monet painted rain soaked window to see another masterpiece of grey and green standing at the front of class, speaking in a low tone to Mr. Banner as to not elicit anymore attention from the class.

His head was tilted down slightly and his hands were shoved deep into his dark jean pockets. His hair, a coppery golden brown color was styled with no rhyme or reason. Wild and sexy and dripping small droplets of rain onto his grey wool coat.

Did Banner just say Cullen? Holyhotwannaplaydoctorwithme. I then mentally punched myself for being no better than all of the small town simple minded Forks high school female population, whom I am sure, are thinking the exact same thing right now. It's just a guy, and Brown will have many more of them. The last thing I need is to get all silly high school crush crazy on some new townie. But seriously, wanna play doctor anyway? Punch!

Our town's local doctor passed away a few weeks back. He was nearly 90 years old and had practically delivered 2 generations of the Forks community in his 60 years as town Doc. ..Old. and senile to say the least in the last few years.

So, whenever I had anything more serious than the common cold, Charlie, my Dad, would take me to Port Angeles to the largest hospital on the Olympic Peninsula to be seen. Assuring that my doctor had actually earned his medical degree since the invention of electricity.

On my most recent visit to Port Angeles Medical Center, for a sprained ankle, I hate gym class. Charlie mentioned in passing, while the doctor wrapped my ankle, that Forks was in dire need of a new local doctor and if he had any suggestions or referrals. To my shock, Dr. Cullen said he had been considering for some time opening a family practice in the area and would be happy to do so in our little town.

Dr. Cullen is PAMC's very own McDreamy and the thought of this beautiful man in Forks seems totally out of place, but the town would be so much better off for his medical expertise and I will be so much better off to not have to drive 2 hours every time I trip over my stupid self. Plus the added bonus of swooning over Dr. Cullen, score!

Edward Cullen makes his dad look fugly. Punch! Punch!

My lab partner, Mike Newton had been out of school since winter break from contracting mono from our schools own afternoon delight, Jessica Stanley, leaving my lab table the only free seat in class.

Mike is the fourth guy in the last month to get mono. Someone needs to quarantine that girl asap, but hopefully with Hot Doc in town now, maybe the plague she has been spreading will cease.

With his head still slightly tilted down his eyes suddenly darted up and toward me as Mr. Banner pointed in my general direction.

His eyes. Mesmerizing. Green. Soulful. Locked into mine and for one brief moment eternity stood still and I knew completely, and irrevocable… my heart will break.

I gasped slightly, under my breath, at the unexplained thought while I tried to shake off the feeling that had suddenly engulfed my entire being in that moment.

"Hi, I'm Edward Cullen. Mr. Banner said I should sit here with you, is that…ok?"

"Yeah…. Yes, I mean… ok…of course…whatever."

Cool Bella, very cool.

"And you are?"

"Oh, sorry. Bella Swan. I know your dad."

Really Bella, why?

"Like biblically?" he said chuckling under his breath

"Yeah, WHAT? I mean… NO! I know your dad because he has treated me at the hospital a few times."

Dick.

"Sorry, I just wasn't expecting you to say you know my Dad and well, my best friends would get it… kind of an inside joke, and now I'm wishing they were here or I was…well…not. Seriously, sorry. I know who you are too, your Chief Swans daughter right?"

What? How? What?

Still trying to regain my composure and sort out all that had just transpired in the last 5 minutes, I quickly nodded and turned back toward my window painting. I needed a minute.

He knows who I am?

A moment later Edward leaned carefully over my shoulder and whispered quietly into my ear, "It looks like Monet's Nympheas."

Catching my breath, and trying to steady my heart, I sighed and let a small smile dance around my lips as I glanced sideways at Edward and declared "I love the rain."

And by rain, I may mean you.

To which I was met with a dazzling smile that grew slowly from Edwards lips and touched his eyes while he whispered "I do too."

EPOV

I hate my dad sometimes.

I actually think he is one of the finer men I have ever known. He has loved and supported me, my sister and Mom my whole life, but damn if I was not totally pissed about having to move to BFE and I was being a bit of a brat about the whole thing. But Shit. I had a good thing going here. I'd made good friends over the last three years at Port Angeles high school after moving here from Seattle so Carlisle could work at the Port Angeles Medical center, and I didn't think towns got any smaller than Post Angeles… until now.

Forks.

Someone give me a knife.

At least I only have to endure small town living for a few more months. I'm headed to Berkley in the fall and although I'll miss the rain, I'm looking forward to big cities, and bigger thoughts. Small towns, I've come to know, are places of small thoughts. I want to see more and know more and just have more.

"Shit, I'm late"

"Edward, language please?"

"Sorry mom, but shit, I'm really late!"

I just know every stupid ass kid in that school will be eyeing me up all day long. First day as the new kid sucks shit. At PAHS I transitioned semi well, being that two middle schools were merging into the high school for 9th grade, so everyone was sort of out of their element. But it did not go by completely unnoticed that I was the new kid, so for most of the first week there I walked around like a total tool.

A. friendless. tool.

I was skinny and awkward and that did not help with the ladies either. Toward the end of my first week there I skipped out of my six period English class and hid under the bleachers to smoke. That is the day I met my two best friends in the world. Jasper Whitlock and Emmett McCarty.

Boy how things can change in a few short years.

By our first week senior year we were an unstoppable force. Emmett was homecoming king and our schools quarterback, while Jasper was our schools resident bad boy, and me, I was …well…me. I drove too fast, I smoked too much, I had way too many girlfriends to count and could be found any Friday night at an open mic playing guitar and covering Pearl Jam songs.

"Have a great day honey!"

"Thanks Mom"

Shit.

I drove to Forks high school way too fast, thanks so my new Silver Volvo my dad bought me as a gift for my cooperation with the move. My sister got a red Audi.

I quickly went to the registers office, got my class schedule, and high tailed it to my first period AP Bio class. Late.

As I rounded the corner of the doorway, I suddenly got really nervous and felt like that 9th grader all over again. Awkward and alone.

Damn I miss my boys.

Mr. Banner stood there half distracted by something on his shirt and told me to come in and that I was late.

Shit.

I dropped my head and tried to not make eye contact with anyone in the class.

I can make a better first impression 2nd period.

He quickly told me what lesson the class was currently on, and I informed him that I had covered it in my old school already. He seemed pleased I was not an idiot, he then gestured over to an empty seat two rows back right next to the large glass window. As I looked up to see my new seating assignment, I locked eyes with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. By breath hitched.

Seriously Cullen, get your shit together. It's a fucking girl and a townie to boot. Think Berkley. California girls. Liberal girls. San Francisco Liberal girls.

But in that moment I could not shake this girl.

She was not your typical beauty; she had a soulful beauty that took my breath away. Her big brown eyes had depth and knowledge brimming in them that I longed instantly to know and then I saw a flash of sadness there as well.

Be cool Cullen, be cool.

"Hi, I'm Edward Cullen. Mr. Banner said I should sit here with you, is that…ok?"

The girl stammered a bit before agreeing. A subtle blush growing over her porcelain cheeks.

"And you are?"

"Oh, sorry. Bella Swan. I know your dad."

Really, she knows my dad; we've lived her for a whole two days. WTF?

"Like biblically?" I said chuckling under my breath

Holy shit, did I just say that to a total stranger. A beautiful stranger. I will have to kick Jaspers ass later for turning me into a complete ass wipe. His sarcasm has rubbed off on me.

Slowly the name Swan registered in my brain, and I nearly shit myself as I realized that I just implied that the Chief of Police's daughter has fucked my dad?!?

"Yeah, What? I mean… NO! I know your dad because he has treated me at the hospital a few times."

.. Fix this you sorry ass.

She quickly nodded and then turned away from me and began to stare out the window.

I'm sure she will never speak to me again. Nice work on your first day Cullen!

I'm an idiot with a capital Fuck. I watched her for a moment gazing out the window and I wished that I could grab her shoulders, spin her around to face me and start over. Tell her how, beautiful she was and that I wanted her eyes to be a part of my soul. But like that wouldn't make me look like a completely scary, psycho-idiot with a capital Fuck.

The window then caught my attention and it looked like an impressionist painting. Muted greens and grey, blurred out by the steady stream of moisture running wildly down the pains. It looked like a Monet. My favorite artist.

Without another thought, almost against my will, like gravity or something bigger was pulling me, I leaned slowly over Bella's shoulder and whispered quietly "It looks like Monet's Nympheas."

I heard her breath catch and then a small smile began to spread across her angel like face. She turned ever so slightly toward me and with all that was in me, I had to keep myself from turning to meet her lips.

"I love the rain."

"I do too."

A/N: Rainy day reviews make me happy